there are elements of truth in all great fiction

Twitter is the perpetual cocktail party where everyone is talking at once but nobody is saying anything.

Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

there are elements of truth in all great fiction

Love isn't a burst o' trumpets and a flock o' doves descendin' out o' the heavens to roost on yer heads. Tis sharin' a cup o' tea by the hearth on a cold winter's night. 'Tis the look in yer husband's eyes when ye lay yer first child in his arms. Tis the ache in yer heart when ye watch the light in his eyes dim fer the last time, and know a part o' ye has gone out o' this world with him.

Before, you were only a dream. Now you're a dream come true

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.